T.I. - Harry Potter (D.O.P.E. Feat. T.I.) [Prod. By Hit Boy] | Текст песни

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• Harry Potter (D.O.P.E. Feat. T.I.) [Prod. By Hit Boy]

[Verse 1 T.I.]
(Go) Bricks stacked up in a high pile
G-4 flying, No Sky-miles
Get it, whip it, give it to whoever in the city
Hard, soft, girl, boy, decisions, decisions
All I can do is envision all this dough I been gettin'
And just to think back a quarter key was the mission
And now I'm weighing fish scale on a big scale
Hopin' I can evade the law and stay outta jail
My relative gave me work, I made it disappear
Like Harry Potter got that chopper in the window seal
My cousin wanna a brick
Listen here you better bring my money back quick
And he replied like this

[Hook: T.I. & Yung Booke]
T: Man, I can't even fit this money in a rubberband
Right hand get tied I just whip it wit my other hand
If I can't make that brick jump back, I bet my brother can
Off in my trap junkies bitin' like piranha man
Y: And if they ask we got the whip game proper
If the brick game droppa
Make 'em disappear we just call it Harry Potter
Got the whip game proper
My clique aim choppers
Make 'em disappear we just call it Harry Potter, man

[Verse 2 Yung Booke]
(Flya) Straight drop, got Jays playing Sideline Telvin
Young boys got them racks in the sideline clutchin'
Cheese on ya head now you a fan of the packers
We be stiffer than a statue, We seprano style wackin'
Phone ringing, Its about to have a ticket calling
Get off of work, we all gone be joined in pimpin' ballin'
Yeah, cause I'mma whip it til it lock
Set it out until you got and distribute to the block
I'm motivated by big faces, I need guack
My only friends is God Almighty and snake cops
Some of my niggas hustlin' and some of 'em knocked
Many quit the game and the other was in the box FLYA
[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Verse 3 Spodee]
UGH You try me you disappear, we call it Harry Potter
Just gotta ho, I tell her come sit on this Terry Carter
I get my bitches from the birds I'm for the swamp though
And I be fresh everyday, Bitch I'm non-spoke
I mix the coke with the water like I'm chemist
I'm smoking until I'm finished
I'm focused and independent
You locals is my apprentice
Ugh, A lot of haters want my campaign to end
I fucked a nigga bitch and I champagned her friend
And I just acquired another a fan, Im truly swag
If yo boyfriend get wrong, I'mma shoot his ass
I'mma young boss playa, make a thick game holla
If this rap shit fall, I got my whip game proper, Spodee

[Hook]

[Verse 4 Darius F.]
(Yeah) Black magic for you whack faggots
Y'all niggas trash and its tragic
Look, I got what you lacking, I'm full blood attacking
With all this money I'm stacking, I'm on another track and
If you ready for me, I'mma get it cracking
I'mma send ya ass packing
Jamaican Magician
I got the power! Y'all keep wishing
Fuck with me wrong and I leave ya missing
Forgive me Jah for I am sinning
Undefeated and I'mma keep winning
Some much money like I won the lotto
Keep it just in case like rocko
The greatest artist, they should call me Picasso
Make you disappear like Harry Potter cause I always keep my auto
My fist will leave you red and my Glock will leave you dead
No choice but to follow
I'm all about my bread, and I ain't frontin' I meant what I said
No I wasn't playing, Y'all killed Dolla so I dont care who I'm slaying
You can keep hatin' while I'm Bill Gatin'
Hope you understand what I'm saying

[Hook]

[Verse 5 Rich Kidd Shawty]
You gotta whip it with ya shoulda if you tryna get that rover
But that photo panamera probably be a lil' collet, yeah
The trap hop, skip, jumpin'
Gas, no air, I got my ma fuckers pumpin'
Bricks, no rocks that's the ma fucking function
And if you try to rob I make ya head do the punkin
Finger licking delicious, check it homie g

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